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Wagner wasn’t done with us. I was standing in the yard during gym class when he walked up to me. “I’m putting you on garbage detail until further notice.” The kids had to work off their...
what is it about lobsters and crab… those white-pink shells that always make me hungry just looking at them there in the butcher’s display case
Born like this Into this As the chalk faces smile As Mrs. Death laughs As the elevators break
we are gathered here now to bury her in this poem. she did not marry an unemployed wi… beat her every
here I am in the ground my mouth open and
my daughter is most glorious. we are eating a takeout snack in my car in Santa Monica.
the final curtain on one of the lo… musicals ever, some people claim t… seen it over one hundred times. I saw it on the tv news, that fina… flowers, cheers, tears, a thundero…
There was a gang of us down there. 150 or 200. There were tedious papers to fill out. Then we all stood up and faced the flag. The guy who swore us in was the same guy who had sworn me ...
the wind blows hard to night and it’s a cold wind and I think about the boys on the row. hope some of them have a bottle
washed—up, on shore, the old yello… out again I write from the bed as I did last year.
The phone rang the next morning. Lydia had gone back to her place. It was Bobby, the kid who lived in the next block and worked in the porno bookstore. “Mindy’s down here. She wants you...
they go on writing pumping out poems— young boys and college professors wives who drink wine all afternoon while their husbands work,
she sits on the floor going through a cardboard box reading me love letters I have wri… while her 4 year old daughter lies… wrapped in a pink blanket and
the critics now have me drinking champagne and driving a BMW and also married to a socialite from
my mother, father and I walked to the market once a week for our government relief food: cans of beans, cans of